Samuel
My dark moon was still in the clothes I had brought her for dinner, her hair beautifully flowing down her back, her face stonic. But her eyes didn't tell me the same thing. Her face and body may lie to me, but her eyes never did. Her eyes were the gateway to her soul and I relied on them every time to get to know her better.
" Are you mad at me that I didn't -- " 'let you stay with me there?' remained unsaid when her fist hit my chest. Hard that it almost would have shoved me backward. And I could say she was mad. I knew she wanted to stay by my side, fight like the queen she was and watch her enemies die. But I didn't want her to be there, because it wasn't safe for her. The attack was unexpected and we hadn't prepared for it. Anything might have happened and I didn't want to ta
